Left Behind [4/4]

Left for dead. That’s what they were. They all were. No one had expected them to survive – because hardly anyone had. When the first appearance of the virus came people felt the need the fight, felt like it was their duty to save humanity. There were safe houses set up, military checkpoints to pass through, and camaraderie left and right. For the first time in decades it people were looking past themselves and trying to help others. When the virus first appeared there was still hope. Hope that this could be defeated and life would be better for it.

That was a year ago.

Now it was every man for himself – because lets face it, you could go weeks on end without seeing a single soul – dead or alive. The virus had spread like wildfire. There was no military tactic strong enough to fight it off. There was no antidote that cured the need to feed. And there was no dulling the guilt and heartache you felt when you had to kill yet another person you once held dear. Once people started to realize there was no way out people started giving up. Camaraderie was out the window. The military stopped sending radio signals to report the closest safe houses. The news stopped giving updates about how far the virus had spread because no one wanted to hear that it had basically covered the globe in a matter of months.

The only hope now lied in rumors. In the small group, maybe six or seven people that you’d decided were worthy of your trust. Because very few survived alone. Your hope came from the small camp you’d pass by on your own journey that tells you of a lasting safe house just over the mountains or through the hottest desert. At first you and your group go searching for these places, but after three or four times of your hopes being destroyed by yet another camp in ruins you become more calloused. You start doubting the rumors. But then what else is there? You’re just nomads traveling just because you know if you stop you’ll lose hope completely.

In your darkest moments you begin to believe the ones who contracted the virus are the lucky ones. They no longer feel despair or fear. They simply feel hunger, which you already feel anyway. But then you run into a pack of them – slaughter them one by one and pray no one in your camp was injured in the process. And you realize they aren’t any better off than you. In fact, they’re just as lost, but without the brains to do anything about it. So you keep fighting. You keep going.

Because being left behind doesn’t mean there’s no hope in catching up

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Setting:America present time, starts off in a camp in the middle of the woods on the east coast.
Characters needed: 4 to 6
Can you double?:Yes

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Name::Claire Turner
Age:23
Favored weapon: A dark purple hilted katana sword
Personality:Strong-willed/temperamental/trust-issues/easily irritated/caring/protective/can have leader qualities/fighter/
Bio::When the virus had made it to her small town she was only a sophomore in college. She quickly lost her younger sister and both her parents to a horde of those 'Zombies' . Not long after that she quickly learned how to use a sword and she grew to very masterful with the her weapon.After so long she was able to fight and escape from zombies rather well it was a career she thought she never would be good at. She traveled across two states before she found her first group of people and that for her wasn't a fond memory being as most of them were men. After she had escaped that group she traveled alone till she found a group she was willing to protect.
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Name:Jason Swift
Age:24
Favored weapon:Two 9mm pistol guns.
personality:Loner/protective and caring over the ones he loves/blunt
Bio:Jason remembers the exact moment when the virus had made it to his neighborhood. He was eating dinner with his fiance and his 3 year old son when his neighbor ran into the house and lunged at his fiancee and tore her face off. Not long after that he had to kill his son and her. Ever since then he had traveled alone not wanting to feel the pain of killing someone he loved.
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Name:Emily Rose Dickons
Age:25
Favored weapon:Daggers
Personality: Caring/ Loving/ Dedicated/ High Strung
Bio: She was a medical intern in surgery. Then the virus happened. It took her whole family. Except her older brother. But 6 months after they started trying to find a safe place to live he got bitten. After she killed off the 'Zombies' around them she got down on her knees next to her brother. His throat had been ripped out. To save him from waking up a 'zombie' she stabbed him in his heart. Then moved on. Still trying to find somewhere safe to live.
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Name: Trinity Alexxis Rambleton
Age: 24
Favored weapon: 1 dagger that is the deepest black and has a bright blue blade edge and a deep black blade with a blood red edge.
Personality: Trinity cares for the people in her group because they are the only people that she knows are alive. They must keep each other alive, because as far as they know they are the only ones that are still alive. She has a bubbly personality but after having to kill her son and her fiance, she has turned darker than she used to be.
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Two of us sbould double as guys. Unless Fiction wants it this way.

[Kressie is going to do a guy char]

[Thanks to all of you!. I'll double as a guy that way there is at least one, if you guys wish to you can but you don't really have to. ]

(Okay. So when will we start?)

Name: Chase MacIntyre
Age: 23
Favored Weapons: Sawed-off shotgun and a longer blade that he wears in a holster on his leg. The knife is blood red and has a dark black blade edge

Chase was out on vacation when all this stuff went down. He tried to get a hold of anybody back home, but he couldn't... He saw the news, he heard the news and now he was witnessing it first hand. But he doesn't know if his fiance, their daughter or any of his family is still alive. He figures he will just have to start over, if anybody survives this nightmare

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[I'm going to stick to my Aspen char .. if that's ok with you guys .. But I'm ready to go whenever you guys are]

(She is very much so good at it.)

[Fantastic at it .. it might cut down the 5 paragraphs for one char .. bahahaha! I'm good at it too, but don't want to get confused between my 50 chars on the go lol]

(Thank you everyone sorry it has taken me a while to respond but now we shall start! Oh and FYI either your character is at the camp with everyone or can be off on their own and is about to meet with this camp your choice)

Clair sat at up in a tree above the camp they had sat up for the time being. She preferred to be far from the ground when she cleaned and dealt with her weapons. She sharped her blade and cleaned her gun all the while her mind was lost in thought over the past year. Lana looked around through the small bit of coverage they had in the trees. No sign of walkers from what she could see which was good. 


Jason Swift roamed the small bit of woods him and some other had taken coverage for the time being. He held one of his pistols in hand as he walked around. He rarely stayed around anyone for long amounts of time he didn't want to go through what he did with his fiance and son.

Claire let out a sigh as she stuck her gun back in holster same with her sword. She looked around down below before she jumped down..no one in sight. Jason must have wandered off once more. She was starting to get frustrated with this he was the only person she had found in months and he just kept wondering off in the early morning. Claire muttered to herself in frustration as she started to eat herself an old can of green beans for the day.

Jason wondered the forest he had no idea why he really was out here..Maybe it was because he didn't want to be near people or get to close. Jason stopped and leaned against a tree as he looked around he knew he should head back to the camp but he had no need to just yet. Jason pulled a chain from under his shirt which held a pair of wedding rings he couldn't help but smile softly as he remembered the past, but all too quickly came the pain of loss.

Claire sat there and ate her food as she thought to herself. She wandered if there would ever be a cure  to this "Disease" that made the dead rise once more. Soon enough the can of green beans were empty she sat the can down and pulled out a bottle of water and took a nice swig of the water.

Jason let out a sigh and place the chain necklace back under his shirt pushing away the memories of his loves ones. He needed to concentrate and not be caught off guard. He rubbed his face a bit roughly not wanting to really move anymore but just to stay there and end it all.

((sorry guys I forgot I had 2 charas I will post as Trinity now ))

Trinity was all over the place. She just couldn't take it anymore. I needed, I had to have human contact. Seeing walkers everywhere and killing every single one, I just needed to talk to someone. I need to hear someone's voice. Trinity just kept running and running and running... Trinity seen a guy by a tree, and she started yelling at him. 


((Fiction to you character))


"Hey you! Hey! Can you hear me?"
Trinity screamed as she kept running towards him, there was a huge horde of zombies behind her, and she knew she couldn't fight them all on her own. Oh she hoped that that man had heard her. She hoped she wan't just seeing things, and that he really was there.


Chase decided to climb up a tree and take a little rest. He was tired of walking and just needed to catch up on some Z's

Jason stopped rubbing his face when he heard shouting he dropped his hands and saw some girl running. Jason cursed under his breath seeing the horde behind her. He pulled out one of his pistols quickly as he pulled his backpack back on. and made his way towards her he had to shoot a few walkers by the time he made it to her, "It might help if you stop screaming.." Jason spoke to her as he counted the walkers behind her. Ten that was all he could see for all he knew there was another twenty. "Follow me, don't shout and move quickly. Jason then started to headed slightly away from the camp not wanting them to overrun it. He knew his way back so he wasn't to distraught about getting lost.

Claire was pulled from out of her thoughts when she had heard an echoed shout. "Damn.." she cursed to herself she quickly climbed into a tree and sat up there as he looked around from where she was trying to find out where the shout had come from.